My Doomsday Territory (My Apocalypse Domain)

"Aren't I stupid if I don't do a good big offering and go to the green shade to be a little brother!"

Yan Dingtian sighed and had to follow behind the blue-and-white puppet and walked back to the shelter.

His clothes were tattered by the violent energy, and only a few pieces of cloth remained, barely covering certain parts. His long, shiny black hair also became as messy as the seaweed, and many pedestrians glanced at him with strange expressions on their faces.

Yan Da worships the heart that wants to die!

...

Since you can't resist, you can only accept your fate.

After a while, Yan Daxiang put on clean clothes and looked at the accommodation temporarily allocated to him.

A small villa with simple decoration, but fortunately it is clean... Yan Dingtian is not dissatisfied, his life has been pinched by others, no matter how dissatisfied it is, it is useless.

He pondered that he still had to work harder to make his future less dark.

dong dong.

When Yan Dingtian opened the door, he saw a little fat man standing outside the door.

"You are Mr. Yan. The director asked me to introduce you to the shelter. You can tell me if you have any needs."

The person in charge, Wang Zhou, stared at Yan Dingtian's face for a while, and said quickly.

He was still a little unbelievable. The uncle who looked only in his thirties turned out to be an old immortal who lived for more than two hundred years?

I heard that I just ran naked on the street, how old and not ashamed?

Yan Dingtian did not know what Wang Zhou was thinking.

I just felt that after being captured, the shelter still respected him, and his expression softened a little.

He paused, put his hands down, and said lightly, "If that's the case, then tell me."

...

Yan Dingtian followed Wang Zhou, turned to the villa area, planting area, equipment factory area, and finally came to the bustling commercial area.

Every time he passed by a place, the little fat man introduced it in great detail.

Yan Dazheng had a cold expression on his face, and only responded twice from time to time, but he was still a little surprised in his heart.

The crops in the planting area can be as short as ten days and as long as one or two months, and they can mature for one season, and the harvested grains are full, which is superior.

As a "former Nanlin National Daoist", Yan Dingtian is not just a warrior, he considers himself to be a well-mannered person, and he has a lot of understanding of state affairs. Food shortages and famines are common occurrences, only in the royal capital. , and a few big cities in the kingdom, they built irrigation towers and invited a mage to fertilize... If so, the grain output per mu of land in the king's capital is far from comparable to here.

He knew that the Fifth Epoch had a power called "Technology", but the grain output of Lindong Sanctuary was not that high. Dingtian didn't look down on it earlier, but now, he secretly remembered it in his heart.

Immediately it felt wrong.

'I'm just a prisoner, at best a gold medalist, not a big sacrifice, what's the point of paying attention to this? '

Even the rune technology of seeing the shade of greenery is boring.

...

The business district at night is the most lively, and the colorful source lights are blinding.

"Old Yan, this is one of the most famous streets in greenery, the food street! I'm not arguing, the high-grade ingredients of these shops are purchased from the logistics department, plus there is no shortage of seasonings, all kinds of facilities are complete, we are here. The delicious food can be thrown over a dozen streets from other places.”

Wang Zhou introduced, proudly puffing up his chest, "And I, as a well-known gourmet of Luyin, know which shop's chef has the best craftsmanship, and you have taken it today."

Yan Dingtian nodded in disbelief.

As a "consecrated by the former Nanlin National University", he has a high status. He has never tasted any kind of food. When he was young, he also visited the ancient imperial city known as the 'city of food'. Now, he has lived for more than 200 years. , Yan Dingtian has long been pessimistic about eating, and he has broken through the extraordinary level, and he does not need to eat food to supplement his daily consumption...

But the little fat man was enthusiastic after all, and Yan Dingtian did not refuse.

Wang Zhou walked into a good-sized shop with a look of excitement. He found a seat by the window and sat down, and immediately called the waiter. He ordered without looking at the menu.

Yan Dingtian sat calmly across from him and glanced at the menu...

Um?

He glanced at it again, why... a little bit incomprehensible.

He could understand that boiled glazed fish and so on, it is probably like making soup with glazed fish, but what are the dishes like 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall' and 'Looking at the Starry Sky'? !

Can't understand can't understand.

Yan Dingtian's throat twitched, he wanted to ask, but because he didn't have a good face, he still sat quietly.

Just eat whatever you want.

The exquisitely crafted dishes were brought up quickly, Yan Dingtian glanced at them, although the shape was good, he did not pay attention to them.

As a "former worshiper of Nanlin National University", he has seen all the exaggerated food shapes.

The green shades in front of them are just normal.

"After all, it's just a shelter. In the fourth era, it's a relatively prosperous city at most. How can it be compared to the capital."

A scent hits the nostrils.

"Huh? It seems... ok?"

During Yan Dingtian's judgment, the opposite Wang Zhou had already started to feast on his food. The kind of happiness that tasted delicious, he couldn't be fake, which made him a little suspicious.

Is it really that delicious? No, no, the little fat man is just an ordinary official at best, how can he compare the delicious food he has eaten...

'In the end, I have been to the food capital, and all the delicious food I saw later felt like that, let alone such a small place. ’

He picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of crystal clear fish, and put it in his mouth.

The casual expression suddenly changed, and the fish fillet was in his mouth, chewing carefully.

moment,

He took another piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and tasted it.

"This meat...this taste..."

The speed of his shots was getting faster and faster, almost turning into a phantom, the food on the table was visibly reduced, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

face?

The arrogance of the strong?

What the heck, if you continue, you will be eaten up by the little fat man!

Not long after, the two of them swept the table of food for at least 20 people before the end of the world. With his extraordinary hand speed, Yan Dingtian had the absolute upper hand in the process of snatching food.

Opposite the seat, Wang Zhou's hand holding the chopsticks hangs in the air, a little aggrieved.

"Little fat man, what materials are you making of these foods?"

"...Pig, beef, sheep, chicken, duck, fish, what else could it be?" Wang Zhou's mind was full of delicacies.

Yan Dingtian took a deep breath and did not continue to ask questions. He had stayed in the shade for a long time, and in the future, he might have a chance to understand.

Just can't figure it out.

How did the fresh and tender taste and the rich aroma blooming on the taste buds come from?

If Wang Zhou knew about his doubts, he would definitely say that he should know about the alien meat and the big foodie empire.